#i played dancer with a folding fan... the classes in that game were cool...

[draconicace]

actually wait allow me to tell you all my n*cktropolis (censoring to not end up in tag) woes. not only did someone hack me and steal my stuff. they also moved a bunch of it to the side and messed up my decor?? i guess to organize what they wanted to steal

but. but! this was kind of a favor because it ultimately got me to quit playing. someone else tried to get my location and got mad at me when i wouldn't tell them the town i lived in

also i made a 'friend' that wanted to have virtual chatsex with her virtual boyfriend (another player) in front of me and would just kinda ignore me as i attempted to make excuses to leave. when i sent her messages trying to hint i didn't want to play with her anymore she did not pick up on it and got upset with me. i was eight

so i stopped playing and i think i just went through a whole slew of mmos which was also not great for me

[idolizerp]

[ LOADING INFORMATION ON CHERRY BOMB!’S MAIN VOCAL YEONWOO…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 22 DEBUT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 18 SKILL POINTS: 03 PERFORMANCE | 20 VOCAL | 07 DANCE | 00 RAP

INTERVIEW

CODENAME: COOL BEAUTY they wrapped her up prettily in a ribbon that read ‘mysterious’ and presented her to the public. “jang yeonwoo, you’re going to be the mysterious one from the group,” as simple as that. at first she did not quite understand the reason behind it, but she abided nonetheless. she was limited from talking too much on TV and wasn’t allowed to participate in variety shows on her own during their first two years. she was seen as a ‘cool beauty’ by their fans as a result of this. EARLY TROUBLES: BAD ATTITUDE, UNNECESSARY MEMBER however, antis were quick to jump and say that she has a bland personality and deemed her unnecessary when compared to her more lively members. even calling her “blank paper girl” for her personality. some also claimed that she has a bad attitude and little to no manners to her older group members when she refuses to participate in fooling around and playing games. she doesn’t mind it much. she is after all a rather quiet girl, even in private life, and expresses herself to her fans and viewers with her reactions and laughters, which was always ever so genuine and sincere. PRESENT: INTROVERTED PRINCESS now, after the ban is lifted, yeonwoo still talks very little in variety –– only adding in comments when necessary. however she wasn’t a ‘cool beauty’ anymore, her image softened up, she acted more candidly, and she’d let a hearty smile and a loud laughter escaped her lips more often than before. some fans began discarding the cool beauty nickname and started calling her their “introverted princess”. TRANSFORMATION: CIRCA 2017 she debuted as a rather ‘chubby’ girl, according to netizens, with her round rosy cheeks and her soft fleshy limbs.  there were always two sides of everything, some called her adorable and healthy looking while some asked her to lose some weight. it was a very confusing era for her. when she dropped some weight, she would receive backlash for ‘looking like a skeleton’ and when she gained it back up, she would be told that she brought the visual of CHERRY BOMB! down. there was no pleasing anybody, no matter what she does. in the end, only frustration ate her up and when she couldn’t even dance it away, she took up her running shoes –– something she hadn’t held in a long while, and began to run again. by 2018, she wowed everyone during Peek-A-Boo comeback, some dubbing it “yeonwoo’s era”. garnering more and more male fans to CHERRY BOMB! with her new figure. at first, she was a bit self conscious about it, but she’s begun to take more comfort in her own body and how she looks. she later revealed that she’s stopped trying to please everybody and has been taking up running again. yeonwoo has since managed to attract more female fans for her healthy lifestyle and positive attitude while keeping the male fans happy.

BIOGRAPHY

there were exactly five times yeowoo tried to reach the finish line.

the first one happened a long time ago. seven years of age, if she remembered correctly (she remembered correctly, she always did). as she lied down on the grass, she let the sun swallow her whole. it felt smoldering, it felt like she was going to melt down like the ice cream she had just finished. she wondered if anyone would notice if she disappeared into the soft bedding of the summer grass. her mother, perhaps. her father, unlikely. her first failure happened so long ago, chubby hands tried to reach up to her father’s but his hands were always busy drilling holes and cleaning up dirt. sometimes she wondered if she should purposely get a cavity, to eat so much sweets that she’d turn herself rotten. if her father would see her then. sometimes she wondered about those things, ’was it thoughts that seven year olds have?’ she’d ask herself when she remembered it now. yeonwoo would try harder, really. she’s not the type to give up before the age of seven. but at the age of seven her little sister were born into this world. yeoreum, who, like her name, was the daughter of the sun. and like the sun that day had melted yeonwoo, yeoreum had easily melt down the ice around her father’s heart. without trying, just like that. jang yeonwoo knew her place, even as a child, and she stepped down.

two followed after one not too long after. her mother had always only feed her sweet things, this tongue and body know not any other taste. despite the absence of her father, the flourishing body of a thirteen year old bloomed into a beautiful flower. she was sweet nectarine, and she was only just only about to know what bitterness taste like. her mother who loved her two daughters equally, but it was not an unconditional love. that sort of thing, it seemed, did not exist under the roof of yeonwoo’s house. still, despite always doing what was told to her and expected of her, yeonwoo somehow wanted to try and push her limits. she began skipping vocal lessons –– her mother’s demands were too high. expectations beyond her age from a professional and seasoned singer and she wanted to see if her mother, who had always spoken of love would still feed upon her the same sweetness if she were to say no. and so, she said no. no to her vocal classes, and she took up dancing instead. she was not great at it, sure. she had never had any training; but it was, in a way, a very liberating thing for her. a way to express herself. vocal classes with her mother had always been very restrictive. an unspeakable set of rules and techniques she was not allowed to tether deviate from. this? this was different. this was self-expression. this was drawing her heart in motions. yeonwoo found rather quickly that she loved it. it was the same as running. in that field, there was nothing but her and the wind, the hollow yet sharp sound ringing in her ears and everything around her becoming a blur. there was nothing in this world but her and a peaceful calmness when she was running and dancing. those two things became something she could not let go of. in her own way, they were her drug and she depended on them. her mother? she no longer feed her cakes and biscuits. and her tea’s only half filled with sugar. half the love she used to receive. i guess –– you could say yeonwoo failed again but she didn’t feel like it, not when she’d found relief.

at sixteen she fell once more. this time, quite literally. what she remembered what a searing hot pain that shot up from her right leg and that she tried so hard not to scream in pain. but the hot tears that ran through her cheeks and the crowd that started to form around her seemed to say that she hadn’t much success in it. the next thing she remembered was sitting at a doctor’s office. her mother holding her hand, yeonwoo remembered a somewhat ironic smile on her face. the sugar passed on to her. crystal clear like the tears on her mother’s face.

‘jang yeonwoo, you can no longer compete. you should quit the track team’.

she was not too good academically. but she’s had several 1st place trophies for short distance running, and she remembered her father liked showing them off to their house guests. she wore her socks three-fold since then, making sure the silver flint on her ankle didn’t show. she started avoiding her former teammates, seeing them run put an ache in her heart. she had found relief, only for it to be taken away again.

was it bad to be addicted to running? was this some sort of a rehabilitation attempt?

the rest of her high school years went by uneventfully. she had only a handful of friends. faked smiles turned into normal smiles. she grew content of her life and she felt all her ambitions swept away by the tranquility of this new life. she dated that boy who was always popping bubblegum from the tennis club. he ate way more sweets that she had ever gotten in all her life. and he tasted so sweet, she had hopelessly hoped that his sweetness would ebbed onto her. when she found out that it was impossible, she broke it off.

at eighteen she joined a company. it wasn’t meant to be. she had only joined with her friend as a form of support. going together, getting excited over it together. yeonwoo had grown tepid, nothing but a lukewarm glass of water. but when they told her she’s accepted into the company, something awakened in her. that desire to please, to push just a little bit harder, to challenge. yeonwoo felt a tingle from the very tip of her fingers when her name was called out. she knew it would be nothing but trouble. at eighteen, she had learnt that it’s better to live without aim, that if you never truly hunger for anything, you won’t ever be disappointed in life. but she could not ignore the prickle in her heart. she went home that day and asked her mother to sign the contract, knowing full well this was dangerous. she’s letting herself hope again. in front of these passionate trainees who were working hard to get to the finish line, it seemed that yeonwoo who had been watered down and lived contently in her lukewarm world paled in comparison to an almost transparency. frustration soon filled her and colored her an ugly color that would be drained off her in forms of tears and muffled up yells into her pillow before she slept with sore muscles every night. it wasn’t a smooth sailing that she expected, but she didn’t expect it to be this hard, and she didn’t expect her ship to be waved back to her mother’s shore. over the months she trained, they came up to her and told her to focus on her vocals. her dancing, though it was what won her trainee spot, was already at its limit. yeonwoo was good at dancing, but she wasn’t great. and there were tens of great dancers amongst the trainees –– all better than her. it was hard to accept that. it was hard returning to the home you had abandoned. it was hard. as she looked at the her fellow trainees, she couldn’t help but feeling small. the her who had always done things from the comfort of her own castle while everyone was out there giving their all. freefalling. so, again, she stepped down, the seven year old her knew her place, so of course, so did the eighteen year old her. at least this news thrilled her mother. “my daughter’s going to be a vocalist!” she didn’t even console her from losing her dream to dance. third time’s not the charm for yeonwoo, that much was obvious. it’s fifth. debuting as the main vocals of CHERRY BOMB! she saw the faces of her parents and sister amongst the audiences, for the first time her father’s eyes were on her and his smile was directed at her. it had only happened once before, the first time she won gold at a 100m sprint race in middle school. when they got home from the showcase, her mother prepared neither biscuits nor sugar for her, but a whole cake. sugar fed upon her cherry lips once again and her sweetened heart mellowed and melted like ice cream. that day, she probably smiled the biggest she’s ever done. it wasn’t the debut that’s the prize, it’s what came after. it was the gingerbread house and candies. it was the love and acceptance.

five times jang yeonwoo tried to reach the finish line. she only finished once, only to find out that the race is not over, that the race is far from over.